All the world's a stage
It’s odd. Strange, this. A movie, a motion picture, a moment captured. We are not scripted, no. Scripts are inspired by reality-improvised. Because that’s all we are doing, really. Improvisation. We are a character we know inside and out (or somewhere in between) and we take these walking shoes.
No, un-mark that and mark it crossed. Here we go.
(Enter Clementine. Into a coffee shop, where she meets and greets)
Is that who you really are?
(Enter Jed, a miss-guided bureaucrat)
(Enter Che, youthful and adventurous)
(Enter Mr. Orange, an actor)
Who are you among these people?
Speaker: I woke up in kind of a funk this morning.
Apologies for a lack of a better line. (However this line is but the best)
Mind you, I did. Wake up in a funk. I woke up 5 minutes after my computer alarm was supposed to go off. It didn’t go off, so it was quite remarkable I woke up in the first place.
I placed, rather, dragged and dropped a Buddhist meditation lecture onto my mp3 player this morning. It became 43 minutes of background noise for my right ear. I need to get better headphones.
(Enter Speaker)
Is this the life I will lead?
To forever ponder in Tim Hortons during the early hours of the morn, and every morning I don’t have Rugby Practice? Alright, I’m exaggerating; Not forever and not every morning. But a good sum of mornings and forevers.
How do you… How can you possibly change your heart?
It wills me this way and that, and off cliffs and into the ocean. I am afraid. Terrified, I admit it. I’m scared of being lead to here and there. To fall down and to drown. I am loosing grip. This balloon is red and my grass is blue.
Clementine, Jed, Che, and Mr. Orange, all at the exact same time, let go. Speaker holds on to a flailing rope. He rises to the sky, far up above the sea below. He knows not where the balloon takes him, but it matters not for he lets go and floats on top of cotton clouds. And for the first time in his life. He is.
(Exeunt)